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Post by goldenrose on Jun 16, 2006 21:38:34 GMT -5
Rain, huge, hard drops, and tinted with the lightest of gray, hailed upon the earth, almost clawing at the terra and foliage sprouting around it. Gray lumps of fur, which the stormcloud towering above in the dark, steel-colored sky, wallowed angrily around in the free space it had.
A limp, thin form, small and rain-soaked, sprinted wildly away from the storm, two bright, catlike blue eyes shimmering with rainwater. Silver mist coated the air, and made her patchy ginger, gold and pale brown fur, damp and twisted.
The feline's tail, bright and golden-brownish-orange, waved in the air like a beacon. She didn't think it'd do much good. What airhead would be out in this storm? She wondered, her bright blue eyes glimmering slightly.
Virginia halted where she stood, her eyes glowing with a force of light behind them. Something was in the distance--a shelter of some sort. She waved her tail excitedly, cheerful to have found refuge from the storm.
Virginia let her paws fly, wings and winds picking up her paws, to where the huge building was - a barn, apparently. Virginia shooked her fluffed ginger fur, and entered stoutly, sitting and beginning to lick her fur clean of loose grass and clumps of mud.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jun 27, 2006 11:27:31 GMT -5
Chance walked through the rain, ignoring the wetness of her fur.She sat down and looked around, obivusly bored.Spotting Virginia, she went over to her."What's your name? And why are you here?" Chance asked.
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Post by goldenrose on Jun 27, 2006 11:46:15 GMT -5
Turning to the newcomer, Virginia's blue eyes flashed briefly, before she smiled lightly and nodded to her.
"Hello," she mewed brightly, "I'm Virginia... who are you?"
Her bright ginger fur dried and flat against her orange pelt, her blue eyes full of twinkling kindness and wonder at this 'newcomer', and pondered her next answer.
"Well... I was just looking for a place to wait out the storm," she chuckled, ears flicking. "I don't much care for being wet, y'know," she joked, smiling softly at this feline, obviously, at least somewhat bored.
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Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 27, 2006 19:53:09 GMT -5
A passing tom paused. He was a handsome bengal tom. He had recently been drenched, wiping all scent off of him. He smield at them, and ambled over confidently. Hello.
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Post by goldenrose on Jun 28, 2006 10:23:41 GMT -5
Virginia glanced up from her meeting with this she-cat, her blue eyes brightening again. Her tail tip flicked and her ears twitched.
"Hello!" She cried happily, glad to have someone to chat with. Then, thinking of a starting conversation, she bowed her head. "My name's Virginia! If I am welcome to ask, who are you?" She asked.
Virginia glanced back at the she-cat loner, who hadn't said much at all, and then to this new one. This barn must be really popular, she thought wonderingly. [/size]
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jun 28, 2006 11:26:57 GMT -5
"Hi" meowed Chance to the new cats, and then she curled up in some straw, but her eyes watched them both.
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Post by goldenrose on Jun 28, 2006 12:45:41 GMT -5
Virginia nodded to Chance, and her blue gaze followed her to the nest of straw, where the small she-cat curled up and grazed their fur with her hot eyes.
Shrugging and nodding, Virgina turned to the newcomer, who hadn't yet answered her question. She stood a little taller and mewed confidently, "Anyways, where are you from? What is your name?"
Her ginger fur and blue eyes gleamed with friendliness and, well, cleanliness. Her tail, bushy and golden-brown with ginger, curled around her ginger paws, and her bright blue eyes glitsening as the storm ceased slightly, but then began to pound the barn roof again.
"Storm's are always bringing happiness as well as forlorn feelings," she murmured under her breath, watching the two cats wearily as she licked a ginger forepaw and began to groom herself thouroughly. [/size]
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Post by GiomanchSgath on Jun 28, 2006 14:24:30 GMT -5
out of now where a their is two blood red eyes watching every movement and then at its feet u see not five claws but seven very long claws and something else weird about them at the tip were the dog claws the Scourge leader of blood clan wore and then the cat steps out of the darkness into the moonlight and what u thouht would have been black was a silver pelt with a very muscular body was tensed and then in a calm but demanding voice with a hint of dominice say " Why are u here and i would advise u to answer me " as the cat said it it got ready to attack clearly knowing how to use his strength
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Post by goldenrose on Jul 1, 2006 20:51:52 GMT -5
Virginia blinked and shrank away from this newcomer; she almost snarled, despite her cheerful nature. She shook herself, her ginger fur fluffed out, and her blue eyes darkening.
"Why? This barn is free to all, if I'm correct.." She bristled, glancing at Chance and the handsome, if not somewhat scraggly, bengal tom. She wanted support from her.. er.. aquaintances, but knew, somehow, she would find none.
Glancing around, Virginia stepped forward, hoping to make friends with this hostile cat. She bowed her head and meowed, in her most friendly voice, "Hello! My name's Virginia!" Her blue eyes brightened, as her long, ginger tail curled around her small, dainty paws [/size]
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Jul 2, 2006 2:27:28 GMT -5
OOC: demon, you need to make your bio before roleplaying your characters and I'm afraid you may not roleplay Scourge. He's been dead for a long long long time
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Post by goldenrose on Jul 2, 2006 19:07:18 GMT -5
[ooc ~ Er, okay.. I hadn't read this person's entire post, so I'm sorry, Goldy, for replying.. anyways, let's assume this ' Scourge ' person hadn't ever appeared..]
Virginia blinked and sighed, watching the ceasing storm outside. She reluctantly rose to her orange paws and looked around brightly at the others, mewing cheerfully, "I'll be going now.. good day to you all!"
Grinning, the ginger tabby slipped outside, sighing pleasurably, feeling the shining dew leap from the grasses and leaves, onto her fur. Her blue gaze brightly took in the wonders of the morning after the storm. [/center]
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